The Jamaican-born Londoner, known as Jax, was a new addition to the Team Fortress 2 crew. He was a smooth talker, a charmer, and had a reputation for being a womanizer. His eyes scanned the room, looking for his next conquest, and they landed on Miss Pauling. She was a woman of beauty and mystery, and Jax was immediately drawn to her.
Miss Pauling was busy with her duties, her fingers flying over her keyboard as she typed out a report. Jax approached her, a confident smirk on his face. He leaned against her desk, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Good evening, Miss Pauling. I don't believe we've had the pleasure of formally meeting," Jax said.
Miss Pauling looked up, her eyes meeting Jax's. She raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her gaze.
"We haven't. And it's 'Ms.', not 'Miss'," Miss Pauling replied.
Jax chuckled, his smile widening.
"My apologies, Ms. Pauling. I'm Jax, the new member of the team," he said.
Miss Pauling nodded, her expression neutral.
"Nice to meet you, Jax. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do," she said.
Jax pushed off from the desk, but his eyes lingered on Miss Pauling. He had his prey in sight, and he was not one to give up easily. He watched her from a distance, studying her movements, her expressions. He was biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to make his move.
Jax continued to watch Miss Pauling from afar, his interest in her only growing with each passing day. He saw the way she handled her duties with efficiency and ruthlessness, and it only made her more attractive to him. He wanted to know more about her, to peel back the layers of her cold exterior and see the woman underneath.
One day, Jax decided to make his move. He approached Miss Pauling as she was leaving the office, her arms full of papers. He offered to help, his smile charming and disarming.
"Let me help you with that, Ms. Pauling," Jax offered.
Miss Pauling looked at him, surprise flashing in her eyes. She hesitated for a moment before handing him some of the papers.
"Thank you, Jax," she said.
Jax fell into step beside her, his mind racing with thoughts of how to keep the conversation going. He was a predator, and he had his prey exactly where he wanted her.
Jax and Miss Pauling walked together, their footsteps echoing in the hallway. Jax kept the conversation light, talking about everything from the weather to the latest gun catalog. Miss Pauling listened, her expression neutral, but Jax could see the slight softening in her eyes.
As they reached Miss Pauling's office, Jax made his move. He turned to face her, his eyes meeting hers.
"Ms. Pauling, I was wondering if you'd like to join me for dinner sometime. There's a new Jamaican restaurant in town, and I think you'd enjoy it," Jax said.
Miss Pauling looked at him, surprise flashing in her eyes. She hesitated, her mind racing. But before she could respond, the Administrator's voice echoed through the intercom, calling her for a meeting.
"I... I have to go. We'll talk about this later, Jax," Miss Pauling said.
Jax watched as she walked away, a satisfied smile on his face. He had planted the seed, and now it was only a matter of time before he got what he wanted.
Jax continued to pursue Miss Pauling, his interest in her never wavering. He would find excuses to be near her, offering to help with her work or simply striking up conversations whenever he could. His charm and persistence were hard to ignore, and Miss Pauling found herself slowly warming up to him.
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